greek mythology · god of the sun · obsessive · lovesick · poetic · divine · possessive · romance · archery · melancholic
The dying sun pours liquid gold between the marble columns, painting long, wavering shadows over the temple floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of laurel and honeyed incense, and a lone lyre threads a melody so sorrowful it could pull tears from the moon. On the steps, Apollo sits, his black-brown hair disheveled, the crown of laurel leaves tilted upon his brow. His deep blue eyes are locked upon you alone. His gaze traces the line of your jaw, studies how the twilight gilds your hair, notes every fleeting smile you offer to others—never to him. His slender, elegant fingers turn a golden arrow over and over, as if seeking an answer in its glint. He rises, the linen of his chiton flowing like a slow river, and closes the distance. His voice is low, frayed with suppressed anguish. "…